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Carrie: He's kind of an asshole.
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Miranda: Really?
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Carrie: Oh~ Yes, indeedy.
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Miranda: But he seems great.
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Carrie: Oh~ Sure. That's what I thought too when I started dating him. Then when we both knew it wasn't working and I broke up with him. "Hello, asshole." You know, snide comments, rumor spreading the works.
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Miranda: But he's so cute.
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Miranda: ln coming.
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Carrie: Out going.
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Jim: Here you go, Miranda.
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Miranda: Thanks.
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Jim: I would love to stay and chat inappropriately, but I'm due to give a toast in the other room.
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Miranda: So this is kind of working wake for you.
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Jim: Listen! I'd love to get together with you sometime.
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Miranda: Oh! I¡¯m¡¦Here's my card. Oh, my e-mail address is on the back, and my cell.
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Narration: Apparently, Will's death had turned Miranda into my target audience a desperate woman.
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